.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #22

Flora

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #22

Defrauded. Scared. Alone.
Suddenly a wild character jumped in front of his eyes.
The eyes were hers. The dress as well. A reminiscence of what she was. The remains of a Goddess. Just a hint of a past world.
Flora. Carrying the closest flowers. Sustaining the last reminiscences of life. Giving breath to the few, loyal roses that never abandoned her.

Flora. Escaped from the end of the world. Hidden in a dead forest. Abandoned and betrayed.
She was carrying the last hopes of life on this Planet after the destruction. She appeared on a sudden Canone alla breve, simple and pragmatic like her current life. Surrounded by nothings.
She looked in Count’s eyes. Scared like a lost cat. Silent, like a wild animal chased by the hunters.

Until. Until she turned. Until she turned and showed her Royal profile. And all of a sudden, the Count felt a wonderful scent of roses, the most wonderful one. A seed for the future. A hope for continuity. Flora, chased by all. Indomitably spreading scent of love around.

.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #22

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